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Whatever It Is, I Guarantee The Answer Is Yes

by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess

Tony couldn’t keep his hands off the rise of Peter’s ass no matter how hard he tried… he was only human dammit… but when Peter shifted, exposing more of his ass to Tony’s hands, Tony’s hands just went up.  Caressing the small of Peter’s back, running over his shoulders and the back of his head, all these were lovely pastimes too. He hadn't been completely sure he would be making out with his brilliant (beautiful!) intern tonight, but now that he was...

...he didn’t want to hurry this.  If his hands went lower, his twenty-something-intern might get the wrong idea and decide it was time to move things along.  But right now… right now was perfect…

Tony couldn’t remember the last time he had been allowed to kiss someone for this long.

Pepper had made fun of him in the early years, back when they were still intimate.  Laughed at him wanting to make out like a teenager.  He had no way to explain to her that it was the part he needed most… the closeness, the intimacy.  The feeling of being cared for when another human being cradled his face in two hands.  When the clothes came off… well, that was just mechanics.  Something to be done with and then dismissed.

Pepper had been profoundly different, because after the clothes came off and the mechanics were finished, the intimacy actually began.  After she was satisfied, then she was ready for the part Tony needed.  A little of the kissing, mostly the closeness and the cradling.  

With men it was different.  Men Tony’s age didn’t expect it, and boy’s Peter’s age were all too eager to show off… usually their oral skills… usually headed south before the first kiss was over.

But this was different.  

Tony was embarrassed at how much he was moaning… but every time Peter put two hands on the sides of his face he just melted.  Sometimes he pulled back just to look up in amazement at the boy’s face.

Sometimes Peter would start kissing downward and Tony’s heart would break a little, knowing this part was coming to an end…

Then Peter would come right back to his mouth again and the melting started all over again.

Peter was a mix of feelings now. He could hardly believe he was here, in his boss's penthouse. In his lap. In his arms. Peter wanted more of this, at the same time he wanted things to get started. (And at the same time he was trying very hard not to think about what would happen if...)

He kissed all the way of Tony's face, his lips, his neck, his goatee. Moaning at everything Tony did with his hands. Moaning at everything Tony did to him. 

God… this was perfect… 

Sometimes Peter would put his hands on Tony’s face, sometimes Tony took his hands and put them on the sides of his face himself.  Both felt like heaven.  

“My god you’re perfect…” Tony whispered… it was not an adequate description of what he was feeling right now, but it was all he had.

Over the years he had learned to keep a certain distance from other people… people in business, people in the superhero business, people in bed.  It was safer that way.

In the past 10 minutes he seemed to have forgotten all he had learned.

“Peter… you’re making me crazy…” he moaned helplessly.  This kid had put a spell on him, there was simply no explanation for it.  

One hand ran possessively up Peter’s back, pulling his shirt up with it.  The other hand squeezed greedily on a handful of ass.

Peter moaned loudly, blushing hard when he realized the sounds he was making. He helped Tony get rid of his shirt. Panting softly when he felt the man's eyes on him. 

"Tony… fuck…" his hair was a mess, sweaty and glued to his forehead. He opened his mouth again, then closed it again. The words just wouldn't come. 

”Yes” Tony whispered, moving suddenly to kiss Peter on the mouth again.  What he whispered next he whispered directly against Peter’s lips.  “Whatever it is, baby, I guarantee the answer is ‘yes.’” 

Peter pulled away enough to speak. This was as good a time as any. He took a deep breath and strugged to find the words.

"This… I've never… been with anyone before…" he admitted, embarrassed. 

Tony blinked in confusion.  Then he blinked several times in confusion.  It didn’t help that this most beautiful body was inches in front of him, and he was ready to cover every inch with his mouth.  He needed to taste it, needed that in a powerful way…

...but wait…

He pulled back enough to fully focus on Peters face, looking into his eyes, perplexed.  

Was Peter saying… was he admitting he had never been in a relationship before??  And did that mean he wanted Tony to… Tony’s chest tightened and his mouth went dry and his heart pounded. 

He wanted that… wanted that like a drowning man wanted to breathe. Wanted this brilliant, beautiful boy in his life.  Wanted it so badly it was OBVIOUS he should say no.  Nothing he wanted like that could be a good thing...

��Kid… are you… are you sure?  Are you sure… you want it to be me?  I mean I’m nine miles of bad road…”

Peter nodded eagerly. "I want it to be you… I'm… I'm… not sure I'll be good at it… but I'm enjoying this," he admitted, closing the distance and kissing Tony's lips. 

"Can we continue? I mean… I understand if you don't want someone as inexperienced as me..." he started to ramble and feel insecure. Covering his chest with his hands nervously. 

Automatically Tony took Peter’s hands and placed them on his own chest, even as he tried his best to puzzle out the incredible information he was receiving.

When Peter had started talking it had occurred to him that he had gotten it wrong… of course Peter wasn’t talking about his first relationship, he was saying this was the first time he had been with his boss before...  which made sense since he had never worked for anyone before… but wait… even that didn’t make sense… now Tony couldn’t figure out what he was being told.

He did catch the part where Peter was enjoying the kissing, so he leaned forward and kissed him very gently, brain spinning.

Then he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the boy for a moment.  It was a ruse - it was to hide his face as he tried to puzzle out what this could possibly mean.

He had caught the word ‘inexperienced’ … the exact opposite of the boys he had been dealing with for the past several years.  Those boys were eager, sometimes over-eager, to show off their skills (and some, of course, were professionals.)  None of them had ever announced that they were inexperienced… 

This was a puzzle.  And vitally important - he had to ask the questions very delicately.

Now they weren’t even kissing - he was just holding Peter, rubbing his hands up and down Peter’s back.  He was taking too long, and it was getting awkward.  He had to say something.

He kissed the boy on the side of the face and spoke very carefully.  “Okay... give me information.  

“You mean… you’ve never been… with an older man?”

Peter swallowed hard. Oh no.

He was going to have to say it out loud, wasn't he? 

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Fingers

by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess

NC17

First Times

Trigger Warning: use of the word 'Daddy'

“Will you let Daddy touch you again, sweetheart?” he asked gently, caressing one hand over Peter’s ass, caressing one cheek.

He reached into the drawer of the night table, pulling out the lube and a soft hand towel.  He didn't try to do this behind Peter’s back - it happened in front of him.  He needed his younger lover to see it. Tony worked with both hands while he kept Peter in his arms.

Coating two fingers generously, he lay both objects beside him as he moved his fingers into place.

“Yes… just like that…” he crooned as the first finger slipped easily inside.

Peter moaned softly, he felt the pain, but it wasn't as bad as it was the night before. "Hmmmm…" he felt Tony's finger opening him up. It was good. Like he was discovering new wild land. 

“This will get easier each time,” Tony was explaining quietly.  “When two people are together, their bodies get used to each other in time.  It will take some work at first, some getting used to.  Like breaking in new shoes.  It takes persistence.  But then, one day, it won’t take any effort at all.  We’ll just fit together, easily…”  He chuckled.  “Then you’ll be wishing Daddy was bigger…”

Peter mewled at that, almost coming instantly. "Fuck" he panted leaning onto Tony's finger "Ah… Daddy… one day…" he smiled. Wishing for all the promises Tony was making him. 

He longed for their encounters… their bodies together… Their feelings together. 

He wanted so much more than just Tony's body, than Tony's experience.

He wanted Tony. 

“Good boy,” he crooned as he worked in the third finger.  Carefully he watched Peter’s face, but he snuck looks downward.  Peter was so hard already… this might not last long at all.

“Good boy, you’re being so good for me sweetheart…” over and over and over.  Would he ever get tired of it?  Would Peter?

“How does that feel, angel?”

"Oh god! So big!" He moaned, closing his eyes shut, holding Tony's hand against his chest, intertwining their fingers. 

"...it's so big, daddy!" 

“Good boy…” Tony crooned, moving two fingers out and working Peter with just the two.  “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.”  He meant to praise Peter for telling him the truth, for expressing how he felt… but Peter probably thought he meant he was taking the fingers well…

“Just tell me if it’s too much…” he whispered, then started slipping the fingers in again, one at a time.

"Yes… so good… so big… hmmmm…" Peter moaned. He was holding onto the sheets, trying to focus on the large amount of sensations he was having now. 

Ah… so “so big” didn’t necessarily mean “too big.”  Watching Peter’s face carefully, it seemed to Tony that “so big” was actually a good thing.  Even now he was spreading his four fingers, holding his hand in a position that forced Peter to open up more than he had the night before… and Peter seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.

With one arm tightly holding Peter to him, he worked those four spread fingers in and out, rocking Peter back into him, into his hand.  He kissed Peter’s shoulder over and over, teasing it with his beard, with his teeth, taking his time.

"Fuck…" the boy breathed out, all of Tony's body, all of Tony's touches. It was wonderful. Overwhelming. Like heaven. 

Peter rocked his hips against the fingers inside of him. The sting of pain was still there, even though it hurt less than the night before. 

Peter wouldn't say it out loud just now, but he enjoyed the pain as well. 

"Daddy! I'm so close!"

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After Finishing A Big Project

I have to channel my inner Tony and remind myself of important things.

...with his left arm under Peter’s shoulder, holding him steadily, he let his right hand roam over Peter’s shoulder and upper arm, massaging.  As he felt Peter relax under his expert hand, he pressed kisses against Peter’s hair, his forehead, even his cheek.  

He asked questions softly as his hand worked.  Got Peter to talk about his day, about his week.  About the triumphs, and the many, many disappointments.  The endless frustrations.  

“But now you’re done, sweetheart.  You finished!  That’s so good!” Tony crooned, squeezing the boy’s shoulders in encouragement.  

“I know it doesn’t feel good… not as good as it should feel.  Believe me, Daddy’s been there.  This is just the letdown.  Your adrenaline, all that adrenaline you needed to have so you could get it all done in time - well your adrenaline realized it was done with its job so it left you high and dry.  What you’re feeling now is normal.  And it’s good that your adrenaline shut off - because now you need to rest.  Just relax and let Daddy take care of you.  You just need a little sleep, that’s all.  Then you’ll feel better…”

As he spoke, he let his hand rest in the center of Peter’s chest.

And then it began wandering down, almost down to his stomach, then back up again.  He kissed Peter’s forehead, then his cheek.  Mostly he stayed propped up on his elbow, watching Peter’s face.

“Do you think you can do that, angel?  Do you think you could sleep a little while?  For me?”

“I think so, Daddy… if you stay with me.”

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After Dinner

by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess

Dinner was amazing, of course. All of Peter's favorite dishes from his favorite Japanese restaurant. They talked tech, as they always did. Finally, when he thought it was time, Tony asked Peter to clean up as he ducked out into the next room.  When Peter was done, Tony called him into the living room, where the lights were dim.  Old fashioned big-band music was playing from the TV.  Tony put one arm around Peter’s waist, took his other hand, and led him in a slow dance.

That was something Peter did not expect. But he definitely loved it. His hand went to Tony's shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze as he followed the older man's lead. After a few moments Peter leaned his head against Tony's shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the closeness. The softness of the moment they were experiencing together. 

Gently, Tony moved his hand to the small of Peter’s back, pressing their bodies close together.  He nuzzled his nose against the boy’s hair, holding him close.  The music changed.  It was a song with a faster beat, but Tony ignored it.  They continued to sway together gently, holding each other.

“Are you happy, Peter?” Tony asked.

The boy nodded eagerly. "I am… you make me happy," he murmured, looking up to meet Tony's brown eyes. 

Tony had intended to stop when the next dance was over.  To stop then, to take Peter by the hand, to look deep into his eyes and…

… and what??

What the hell was he going to do then?  Confess his eternal love?  Propose marriage?  There was absolutely nothing he could say that wasn’t… if he was honest he would say “I’m a trainwreck, I’m the dregs at the bottom of a poison drink.  An old worn-out shabby suit who's going to love you desperately while you spread your wings and fly away - fly away to better places - and I’ll adore you the whole time.  I’ll adore you when you stay.  I’ll adore you when you leave.  I’ll adore the memory of you when you’re gone.  Other than that, I have nothing to offer…”

He didn’t speak.  The next dance started and he pulled Peter even closer to his body, afraid of what would happen when the music ended.

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Two Sore Arms - Chapters 1 - 2

by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess​

CHAPTER 1

Tony was sore.

Usually the suit took most of the brunt of the violence, but not tonight.  Tonight, before Iron Man joined the Avengers in their daring-do, Tony Stark was called upon to join in the daring-do.  And the daring-do done did him hard.  Tony was feeling his age, tonight.  

And his age had something to say.

And his age, he was beginning to realize, really didn’t matter how long he stayed in the gym.  No matter how long he stretched.  No matter how many vitamin supplements he took to keep these excellent genes from aging.  He was still agining.  And he was still feeling his age.

And his age was his age.

And his age… hurt.

But he was home, now.  And no one would ever know.  The bad guy was adverted, the battle was over.  Tony could crawl home to his domicile and no one ever, ever, ever had to know how old his body was.  He could just crawl into bed and rest for a few days.  Rest that was all he needed.  And no one would ever know.

That’s where he was.  Collapsed helplessly on his couch, aching.  Taking stock of how much pain he was in.  It wasn’t bad, bad.  Not really.  Just some over-the-counter stuff and a good night's sleep (And maybe a good long soak in the hot tub.  Really, that was all.  And then more sleep after that.  Probably 2 days worth.  Nothing more.)

He was counting his blessings when he heard a noise.

It was a GOOD noise, really,  A wonderful noise.

Under normal circumstances.

It was the sound the automatic door made when Peter swung by and landed on the suitpad.  It was the door that opened only for him, without announcement.  

It was Peter.

His young lover had arrived.

Tony groaned in despair.  Dammit, this couldn’t happen.  This couldn’t happen!  Every fiber of his being protested.  If he had any voice he would have called out to FRIDAY to seal him off and tell the boy he wasn’t at home.  This couldn’t happen.  Tony COULDN’T let this happen.

His young lover couldn’t see him like this - not like this.  Not unable to perform.  Not up to speed.  Oh gods, let this not be happening…

"Daddy?!" Peter sang, the same way he always did whenever he walked into the penthouse. 

But he didn’t walk the same way he always did.  His step was slower.  After a long, LONG, day of school and superhero-ing, Peter was SORE. So sore that nothing he did was helping with it. Maybe one thing was left to try. His Daddy's arms. 

"Daddy, I need you." 

* * *

Oh god, it was here.

Tony moaned and closed his eyes, trying to hide.

He had dreaded this moment… dammit he thought he had more time.  

But it was inevitable.  The time had finally come.  The moment he had been dreading from the moment he let New York’s favorite superhero into his life.  

Peter Parker was about to find out he was dating an old man.

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Two Sore Arms - Conclusion

by @cutepandaprincess​

and myself

Chapters 1-2 are here

Chapter 3 is here

Chapter 4

Peter was happy to be in Tony's embrace. Everything made sense when he was there. 

"Thank you, Daddy" he murmured after a while in that position "You're the best." 

“Angel…” Tony breathed, but he didn’t say anything else for a while.

For a while, they both slept.  

Tony knew Peter slept when he jerked awake, tensing in Tony’s arms.  Tony would tighten his arms and kiss his hair, murmuring reassurances, until the boy relaxed again.  Then Tony would find Peter squeezing his hands, calling his name gently, reminding him that he was all right.  

“Oh god,” Tony moaned finally, sitting up.  He pulled away from Peter’s arms and stretched, yawning largely.  But when Peter made no move to get up he finally lay back down again, wrapping his arms around his young lover and kissing him on the back of the neck.

Oh god, he had it so bad for this kid.

He said nothing about it.  He never had.  He never would.   Because there was no point in that train of thought - that train of thought only led to disaster - so he shut it down fast.  Hard.  

He shut it down the way he usually did… by talking.

“I am going to, you know…” he said wickedly.  He moved forward just enough to press a kiss against the warm skin of Peter’s neck.

“Tomorrow night.  When we play our special game.  Daddy’s going to make you feel so good…”

Peter was still half asleep, but felt a shiver running down his neck spreading over his body.  "Hmm… Daddy..." he hummed, perhaps thinking he was still dreaming.

 "How?" 

“Oh… Daddy knows lots of ways to make his little guy happy…”

Of course, the difficulty lay in thinking of just ONE way, and more importantly, how to EXPRESS it.  But after a moment of thinking, Tony hit upon an idea.  Sitting up, he reached up one hand to stroke Peter’s hair a little out of his face.  Then, kissing the shell of his ear, Tony began.

“Sometimes… sometimes I know you like to play with Daddy’s cock…”

He grinned down and stroked Peter’s cheek as it blushed.  “But you’re too shy to ask, unless it’s very late at night, and very dark, and I’m holding you very close.

“Sometimes after the shower, when we’re clean and dry and snuggly, you like to ask to play with it, to hold it in your little hand… oh your little hand feels so good…”

Peter felt his skin shivering, his lower parts responding almost immediately. Tony was right. He was too shy to ask when they were up and in daylight. But at night when they were alone…

“... I know you like to try to fit all of it in your mouth… and I always tell you that it takes practice, but Daddy doesn’t let you practice very much, does he?  And I know I’ve been promising, been promising for a while, that I would let you finish someday.  That I would let you taste Daddy’s come… I know you don’t think it’s fair that Daddy gets to taste your sweetness over and over again, and maybe it’s not fair.  Maybe, tomorrow night, Daddy will be good and take turns, just like his baby said he should…”

That perked Peter's head up.  Looking into Tony's eyes he asked, "Promise?"  He needed to know if Tony was being serious. He had asked him so many times. 

The catch in Peter’s voice made Tony’s heart hurt just a little.  “Daddy hasn’t been very good to you, has he?  I’m sorry, I’ve been greedy… yes, baby.  I promise.” 

Peter looked at him with his big doe eyes, but he was trying to analyze.  Trying to analyze Tony's mind.  Analyze his soul.  He had been promised things before and been... disappointed.   He shifted his shoulders until he could look the older man full in the face.  Then he took the bearded chin in one hand, making their eyes focus on each other's.   

"Tony…" he said quietly.   "Do you really promise that?"

And there it was.  

Sometimes this boy in his arms could make his heart stop.

This was one of those moments.  When the fearless Ironman found himself closing his eyes.  Because there was nowhere else to hide.

He kept his eyes closed, and he spoke.

“When we both… feel better we’ll… we’ll have a date night.  And we’ll…

“...we’ll take it slow.”  

“And Daddy will… and I’ll let you.  Yes.  I know it means a lot to you swee… Peter.  And I yeah, I’ve been holding out on you.  So… if… if we can… and if you still want to then…

He spoke very carefully.  He didn’t make promises he didn’t keep.

And Peter knew that.

“And then… and then I’ll try.   I promise.”  

“Thank you, Tony,” Peter murmured, noses touching. “I trust you with all my heart.” He felt his cheeks burning, caressing Tony’s chin. “Okay?” 

“Oh…”  

It was the sound of a grown man losing his breath.  

But he covered it well.

“Oh yes, sweetheart.  Oh, yes.  That is more than okay.”

Tony pulled the boy close to him, closing his arms tightly around that little bit of magic.  He wasn’t entirely sure he was going to actually agree to Peter’s request, though.  He turned it over in his mind, weighing the possibilities even as he drifted off to sleep.  He wasn’t completely sure he could allow Peter to really go down on him … certainly not to completion, anyway.  Certainly he wanted to give his lover anything he wanted, but still…

On the one hand, Tony wanted to be a more generous lover.  More giving.  Wanted to be the man who could let go more, give up more control.

On the other hand…

…on the other hand, if he came in Peter Parker’s mouth, it might end in disaster.

Because Tony had a secret.

And Tony wasn’t sure if he could keep that secret much longer.

Tony was secretly, desperately, eternally in love with this young man.

And if he came in his angel’s mouth one night, well…

…that might be the night that secret might just slip out.

THE END

[thestarkerisobvious]

Two Sore Arms - Chapter 3

by @thestarkerisobvious and @cutepandaprincess

Chapters 1 - 2 Are Here

Chapter 3

Peter looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. "I'd love to play our game too, but who said I have any energy left?"  He chuckled.  "I can barely move my arms, and I couldn't walk for days if we did it right now...  

“Can't you just hold me, Daddy?" 

“Oh… oh….” Tony said.  His exhausted brain following slowly, too slowly.  But his arms were already tightening around his boy and holding him close.

“Oh.

“Oh yes, I can do that.”

Peter smiled with closed eyes.  Slowly relaxing against Tony's strong embrace. That made him feel safe.  Safer than anywhere else in the world. 

"I'm not a horny person, you know?"  He joked.  "Well, sometimes I am, but not all the time."

“Oh, angel.”  Tony rose just a bit to press another kiss against Peter’s neck.  “Daddy will make love to you tomorrow, I promise.”

Peter chuckled softly, squeezing Tony's hand.   "You don't have to, Daddy… we can just take a break… relax and cuddle… I'd love it," he promised. 

Tony actually sat up for a moment, just to get a better look into that angelic face.  He blinked in surprise.  He wondered at what he had just heard.

Was Peter actually trying to tell him that…

…slowly, it all clicked into place.

“Okay, sweetheart, you’re the boss,” is all he said, kissing the back of Peter’s head again.  He lay his head back down, his eyes wide.

Even as Peter called for FRIDAY to turn on the screen, then used her as the remote.  Even as they relaxed together while Peter flipped through his channels.  Tony’s eyes were wide.  His angel, his miracle…

…his boyfriend just wanted to snuggle.

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So... is anybody...

ready for the END of the story @cutepandaprincess​

and I wrote for you?

(Spoiler alert:  It involves sex.)

Here is Chapters 1-2

Here is Chapter 3

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Don’t Tell Daddy “No”

by @thestarkerisobvious​ and @cutepandaprincess​

artwork by @mrstarksbaby​

a oneshot

a pwp

also a comfort-fic

enjoy

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Chapter 1

“Relax now,” Tony murmured as he lay them both on the bed, and Peter sank into the strong arms gratefully.  It had been a hard two weeks.

“Daddy’s got you,” the older man murmured.

With his left arm under Peter’s shoulder, holding him steadily, he let his right hand roam over Peter’s shoulder and upper arm, massaging.  As he felt Peter relax under his expert hand, he pressed kisses against Peter’s hair, his forehead, even his cheek.  

He asked questions softly as his hand worked.  Got Peter to talk about his day, about his week.  About the triumphs, and the many, many disappointments.  The endless frustrations.  

“But now you’re done, sweetheart.  You finished!  That’s so good!” Tony crooned, squeezing the boy’s shoulders in encouragement.  

“I know it doesn’t feel good… not as good as it should feel.  Believe me, Daddy’s been there.  This is just the letdown.  Your adrenaline, all that adrenaline you needed to have so you could get it all done in time - well your adrenaline realized it was done with its job so it left you high and dry.  What you’re feeling now is normal.  And it’s good that your adrenaline shut off - because now you need to rest.  Just relax and let Daddy take care of you.  You just need a little sleep, that’s all.  Then you’ll feel better…”

As he spoke, he let his hand rest in the center of Peter’s chest.

And then it began wandering down, almost down to his stomach, then back up again.  He kissed Peter’s forehead, then his cheek.  Mostly he stayed propped up on his elbow, watching Peter’s face.

“Do you think you can do that, angel?  Do you think you could sleep a little while?  For me?”

“I think so, Daddy… if you stay with me.”

“Of course I’ll stay with you,” Tony whispered.  He leaned down to kiss Peter’s head again.  Then his cheek.  Then his mouth.

His hand wandered down to Peter’s waist.

“Do you like that, baby?” he whispered against Peter’s mouth.  “Do you like it when Daddy touches your body?”

Peter's pale skin was turning red with excitement, but he hid his face in shyness. He loved to be touched by Tony. Absolutely loved it. But he also felt so exposed at the same time. He didn't know how to explain this funny feeling in his stomach.

He couldn’t answer in words.  So instead he looked up into Tony’s deep brown eyes and nodded softly.

Tony let his hand trail up to Peter’s chest again, caressing more firmly, stroking, letting one thumb graze over a nipple as if accidentally.  Then, finally, he began undoing the buttons of Peter’s shirt, one by one.  

He placed little closed-mouth kisses against Peter’s mouth as his fingers worked.

He thought of many things to say at this moment.  In particular he wanted to ask if Peter had been thinking about him.  He liked to ask if Peter had been thinking about him at night.  But he knew that, if he asked, it would make Peter blush and hide his face, so for now he was silent.

“Does that feel good angel?” he asked over and over again, whispering against Peter’s mouth.  But when Peter opened his mouth to answer, Tony kissed him.

He slipped one hand under Peter’s shirt, moving his hand over bare skin.

He stroked Peter’s nipples boldly, teasing with his fingers.  He even leaned down and, moving the fabric for just a moment, to kiss the pebbled nub, tasting it with his tongue, kissing it.  Then he leaned over to give the other one the same treatment.  Then he pulled the shirt back into place and looked Peter in the face again.

Small sounds left Peter's mouth. Little moans.  He tried to keep himself together.   Tried not to show how hard he was growing.

“Daddy likes touching you this way, baby,” Tony said finally.  “Daddy likes making you feel good.”

Peter moaned a little.  Smiled a little.  

Then his whole body tensed.

“Shhhh….” Tony gentled, even as his hand continued to move slowly downward.  “Shhhh…. you’re okay.  You’re going to let Daddy touch you in your special place tonight, aren’t you baby?”

The boy swallowed hard, nervous and hesitant.  He trusted Tony's words.  Trusted them completely.  But at the same time he was really ready…

Tony moved his hand momentarily to Peter’s mouth, lifting the boy’s chin until their mouths touched.

“Say ‘Yes sir.’” the older man whispered.

"Yes sir," Peter whimpered against Tony's lips, sparks flying all over his body, right to the center of his pants.

Tony kissed Peter gently, but firmly, and moved his hand back down.  He caressed Peter’s inner thigh, massaging it through the soft fabric of his trousers. 

Then he firmly pulled that leg to one side.  

CHAPTER 2 IS HERE

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WARNING

I’m about to publsh some Starker.

It’s by myself and @cutepandaprincess.

I have to warn you.  THERE ARE FEELS.

You’ve been warned...

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I'm in love with them 💕

Two Sore Arms - Conclusion

by @cutepandaprincess​

and myself

Chapters 1-2 are here

Chapter 3 is here

Chapter 4

Peter was happy to be in Tony’s embrace. Everything made sense when he was there. 

“Thank you, Daddy” he murmured after a while in that position “You’re the best." 

“Angel…” Tony breathed, but he didn’t say anything else for a while.

For a while, they both slept.  

Tony knew Peter slept when he jerked awake, tensing in Tony’s arms.  Tony would tighten his arms and kiss his hair, murmuring reassurances, until the boy relaxed again.  Then Tony would find Peter squeezing his hands, calling his name gently, reminding him that he was all right.  

“Oh god,” Tony moaned finally, sitting up.  He pulled away from Peter’s arms and stretched, yawning largely.  But when Peter made no move to get up he finally lay back down again, wrapping his arms around his young lover and kissing him on the back of the neck.

Oh god, he had it so bad for this kid.

He said nothing about it.  He never had.  He never would.   Because there was no point in that train of thought - that train of thought only led to disaster - so he shut it down fast.  Hard.  

He shut it down the way he usually did… by talking.

“I am going to, you know…” he said wickedly.  He moved forward just enough to press a kiss against the warm skin of Peter’s neck.

“Tomorrow night.  When we play our special game.  Daddy’s going to make you feel so good…”

Peter was still half asleep, but felt a shiver running down his neck spreading over his body.  "Hmm… Daddy…” he hummed, perhaps thinking he was still dreaming.

 "How?“ 

“Oh… Daddy knows lots of ways to make his little guy happy…”

Of course, the difficulty lay in thinking of just ONE way, and more importantly, how to EXPRESS it.  But after a moment of thinking, Tony hit upon an idea.  Sitting up, he reached up one hand to stroke Peter’s hair a little out of his face.  Then, kissing the shell of his ear, Tony began.

“Sometimes… sometimes I know you like to play with Daddy’s cock…”

He grinned down and stroked Peter’s cheek as it blushed.  “But you’re too shy to ask, unless it’s very late at night, and very dark, and I’m holding you very close.

“Sometimes after the shower, when we’re clean and dry and snuggly, you like to ask to play with it, to hold it in your little hand… oh your little hand feels so good…”

Peter felt his skin shivering, his lower parts responding almost immediately. Tony was right. He was too shy to ask when they were up and in daylight. But at night when they were alone…

“… I know you like to try to fit all of it in your mouth… and I always tell you that it takes practice, but Daddy doesn’t let you practice very much, does he?  And I know I’ve been promising, been promising for a while, that I would let you finish someday.  That I would let you taste Daddy’s come… I know you don’t think it’s fair that Daddy gets to taste your sweetness over and over again, and maybe it’s not fair.  Maybe, tomorrow night, Daddy will be good and take turns, just like his baby said he should…”

That perked Peter’s head up.  Looking into Tony’s eyes he asked, "Promise?"  He needed to know if Tony was being serious. He had asked him so many times. 

The catch in Peter’s voice made Tony’s heart hurt just a little.  “Daddy hasn’t been very good to you, has he?  I’m sorry, I’ve been greedy… yes, baby.  I promise.” 

Peter looked at him with his big doe eyes, but he was trying to analyze.  Trying to analyze Tony’s mind.  Analyze his soul.  He had been promised things before and been… disappointed.   He shifted his shoulders until he could look the older man full in the face.  Then he took the bearded chin in one hand, making their eyes focus on each other’s.   

"Tony…” he said quietly.   "Do you really promise that?“

And there it was.  

Sometimes this boy in his arms could make his heart stop.

This was one of those moments.  When the fearless Ironman found himself closing his eyes.  Because there was nowhere else to hide.

He kept his eyes closed, and he spoke.

“When we both… feel better we’ll… we’ll have a date night.  And we’ll…

“…we’ll take it slow.”  

“And Daddy will… and I’ll let you.  Yes.  I know it means a lot to you swee… Peter.  And I yeah, I’ve been holding out on you.  So… if… if we can… and if you still want to then…

He spoke very carefully.  He didn’t make promises he didn’t keep.

And Peter knew that.

“And then… and then I’ll try.   I promise.”  

“Thank you, Tony,” Peter murmured, noses touching. “I trust you with all my heart.” He felt his cheeks burning, caressing Tony’s chin. “Okay?” 

“Oh…”  

It was the sound of a grown man losing his breath.  

But he covered it well.

“Oh yes, sweetheart.  Oh, yes.  That is more than okay.”

Tony pulled the boy close to him, closing his arms tightly around that little bit of magic.  He wasn’t entirely sure he was going to actually agree to Peter’s request, though.  He turned it over in his mind, weighing the possibilities even as he drifted off to sleep.  He wasn’t completely sure he could allow Peter to really go down on him … certainly not to completion, anyway.  Certainly he wanted to give his lover anything he wanted, but still…

On the one hand, Tony wanted to be a more generous lover.  More giving.  Wanted to be the man who could let go more, give up more control.

On the other hand…

…on the other hand, if he came in Peter Parker’s mouth, it might end in disaster.

Because Tony had a secret.

And Tony wasn’t sure if he could keep that secret much longer.

Tony was secretly, desperately, eternally in love with this young man.

And if he came in his angel’s mouth one night, well…

…that might be the night that secret might just slip out.

THE END

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WARNING

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It’s by myself and @cutepandaprincess.

I have to warn you.  THERE ARE FEELS.

You’ve been warned…